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Haha, maybe not that exactly.... [ He lolls his head to the side, immediately understanding where the confusion is, humming and hawing. ] I can't remember the word.... [ he mutters as he tries to find it. ]

That feeling when you want to touch someone a lot?

Oh.

[ Is that an invitation? It feels like one. So she lays her hand on his chest instead and slides it up to his shoulder. ]

Yes. I do want to touch you.

[ Lance smiles, soft and sweet, doubtful she totally understands him, but so much of this felt like pieces were falling into place exactly where they're meant to be that he can't feel wholly guilty. He shifts a little closer to her and starts to guide her just a little, bringing her legs up to rest in his lap. His hand smooths along her thigh, looking happy as he watches her eyes. ] That makes two of us.

[ When he's sure they're all settled together, he presses forward for a kiss, warm and inviting. ]

[ There's no resistance as he positions her and she finds that this is a rather enjoyable position to be in, too. She gets a flash--a short one, of the two of them resting back against the small alcove for the bed on the very same ship--and Allura knows that this is where she's supposed to be.

Into him.

She doesn't wait to be kissed this time, instead meeting him halfway as her eyes fall shut. They've shared a few kisses since he found her, but they've been brief, like a silent form of communication and reassurance as he showed her around the ship. Now she feels that she has a moment to enjoy it. Less emotionally needy than the first on Oriande, but slow and savoring.

Allura lets the lion drop onto the mattress as she mimics the motion the hand on her thigh, instead up along his bicep. ]

[ He's kissed a few others since he last saw Allura, trying to take the advice of friends and family to move on, but it felt wrong. This right now? It really feels like coming home. Allura falls so naturally into place whatever reluctance Lance thought he might have is dashed away. There must be something there remembering this, or remembering it for her. His other arm wraps around her body and holds her waist as he gathers her just that little bit closer and lays each new kiss on her with sweet warmth and remembrance. She still kisses just like she used to, he thinks and relief rushes his body. He'd spent so long fearful he'd forget or, worse, had already forgotten. There's no reason to worry or forget any more.

But at licking her lips, he feels a bit embarrassed and draws back for a breath, to see her still there in front of him and in his arms. There's a brief smile before he leans back in, more purposely flicking his tongue against her lips as he grins against her mouth. ]

[ This feels familiar, even if she can't remember all the times they've done this before. It's something instinctual, just as her quintessence calls out to his. Lance's lips and skin are warm, and certainly inviting. She lets her hands join together behind him as she smiles into the kiss, one following the next. This, in and of itself, is a motivation for having a physical form once again.

She can connect with him in different ways.

The tongue makes her pause for a moment, then giggle lightly. Far from embarrassed or shy, she gives his mouth a lick or two in return before catching his tongue between her lips. ]

[ Lance melts into the kiss, lips parted wide for her as they reenact an old dance the two of them shared once. Between lips puckering together, he draws his tongue over and around her own. More often he has to draw back for a breath as his heart races, wondering how much Allura will be okay with while knowing how badly his body has missed hers, struggling as he tries to decide exactly what it is he missed most about her. The catacombs in his heart beg to be filled in again. ]

Lay back, baby, [ he mutters softly to her between a kiss and eases them both down onto the bed, rolling her onto her back as he finds himself unwittingly coiled around her. His free hand strokes along her side to feel the front of her body, surged with desire to see and make her feel good. His thumb ghosts along the curvature of her breast before it sweeps over a nipple, slow over the bump. ]

[ The movements of his tongue delight her and she finds herself chasing after it on more than one occasion. She feels heat rise to her cheeks and along her chest as they kiss, the need to be into him growing. When he speaks, she shudders, his warm breath against her wet lips giving a surprise but pleasant cooling effect.

She smiles. ]

"Baby".

[ She has to shove the lion to the side as they lay down, though ultimately picks it up and sets it down carefully on the floor beside the bed. ]

Isn't that what you--

[ His fingers brush along sensitive markings along her side, but the marks under her breast are particularly responsive. She gasps, her eyes dilating immediately as her nipple hardens under his thumb. ]

Do that again.

[ Lance draws back as he grins at her. ] You always did like that. [ His lips press to hers, then at the corner, finally kissing down her jaw, having missed the way her neck felt against his lips. With the pads of his fingers he starts to massage circles along the pink mark under her breast. While he'd love to leave his own marks along her neck, he thinks it may be just a little too uncouth; Allura had only just come home again. ]

Stay still a moment, [ he asks as he draws back. They may as well lay in the bed right while he's at this, and helps direct her as such, until eventually he's positioned himself between her thighs. Both hands smooth up her sides together as he leans over her, kissing her lips first before his mouth drops to her sternum and sucks on the mark there. His thumbs, placed over the marks under her breast, stroke along the pink streaks with soft and delicate touch, only to start as he matches Allura's reactions. ]

[ Lips can go other places--yes, that's right. There are suddenly a hundred places on Lance she wants to put hers, but for the moment she can only let them hang open in another small gasp. This feels nice. This is clearly what he had been talking about.

She does stay still, staring up at the lowered ceiling of the alcove over his bed before following his movements. Seeing him positioned between her parted thighs made her stomach flip and she decides that, yes, this is definitely where he belongs. If she had any lingering doubts about that, the touch of his hands along her thighs and then his lips on her collarbone are more than enough. ]

...Ah!

[ She grips at his back, the swirls under her breasts growing warm and starting to glow lightly as he strokes them. The marking under his lips follows suit and Allura instinctively pushes her chest up towards him, demanding. ]

Lance...

[ Her hands move, sliding up his back as one slips down to his chest, running her fingers along the blue marking she finds flowing beneath his collar as well. If it feels this good on her it should feel the same on him, right? ]

I feel so warm.

[ Even just the process of pleasuring her has his own marks shining, utterly pleased by the sounds in her breath and on her lips. The resistance pressing into his mouth is surprisingly fantastic, his lips smacking away for only a curious moment before they're back on the mark.

He's never had someone besides himself touch that mark; and so when Allura first does, he gasps before a shuttered breath. She probably doesn't realize he'd never had these before he lost her. But it feels good; different than the pleasure he'd known before. His hands grab a little tighter onto her torso, but quickly, he relaxes to the unfamiliar sensation. The attention he gives Allura's chest and collar is broken up by breathless gasps, always coming back down on a slightly different spot that before.

The comment puts a small seed of worry in him, but he'll give her chest all the attention it deserves while he's down here. Soon, his head lifts and he presses his jaw against her throat and breathes in her scent. ] Allura....

Do you remember what love making is?

[ Specific memories tied to these motions may be locked away at the moment, but her body knows exactly how to respond. Each kiss brings a glowing pulse to the markings on her chest and she releases a long sigh, pressing her thumbs more roughly on his own markings in turn. Allura allows her eyes to fall shut as she revels in just how good he's making her feel.

When she hears her name and feels his breath against her neck, Alura's eyes flutter back open. She feels a little breathless. There's a warmth between her thighs that begs for her attention as well. All she wants to do is press it against Lance, but she restrains herself to give his question serious consideration.

"Love making"?

Independently, she understands those, she believes. Love, she has remembered over the course of the time they have spent that day, is an inherent trust in another being, a desire to be close to them, to bask in their warmth and affection and return it in kind. Love makes you smile. Lance makes her smile.

But how does one make it? She hadn't thought that she had been doing anything in particular for love to come to be--it simply was in the actions shared between them. With that in mind... ]

Is that not what we have been doing?

[ But she was wrong about sleeping. Worry now rises in her mind as well. Concepts, she feels, she is understanding much better than vocabulary, though the latter has been coming back at an increasing rate as she's spoken with him and listened to others talk, even words in English.

She ushers his head up from her neck so she can look him in the eyes. ]

I'm not sure, but I know that right now I want you to touch me and I want to touch you. I can only believe this is how it's supposed to be because it feels so easy. And familiar. My body knows you. I trust you. Is that not love however you make it?

[ In her defense, Lance wasn't even sure of the words he wanted, combining two he knew to make sense of a question. So he draws away and listens, a smile coming to his face as she asserts her feelings. Her question is somehow embarrassing; he shouldn't be surprised Allura loves him, and he wouldn't say that he is, but truly, it feels incredible beyond words. This beautiful woman loved him; a woman he nearly lost forever and was permitted to love again now.

He touches her chin and kisses her softly, speaking after: ] I'd say you're right on the money. I just don't want to surprise you badly. Say if you don't like something, okay? You used to like all this, anyway.... [ Allura means too much for him to pressure her; and Allura's always been strong willed, so he trusts her to trust him in return. Once more he presses his mouth to hers, this time staying on her lips as he lays opened mouthed kisses which he'd missed giving so often in the years she was away.

While one arm supports him over Allura, the other hand lightly dusts down her front until he meets a tuft of coarse hair over her groin, and through that mess of hair he seeks out a slit low on her body. So long as she doesn't protest, his finger traces over the lips of her pussy until he finds where it peaks in; and assuming Allura allows that much as well, sweeps his finger back upwards through the slit. ]

[ The kiss is an assurance of his feelings on the matter, but the verbal confirmation is none the less, appreciated. She smiles up at him, warm, excited, and wholly trusting. If she used to like this, then she only believes that she will like it still.

Allura returns each kiss, letting her eyes fall shut again as their lips and tongues meet. This is something she feels like she could do forever and never grow tire of, taking his the taste of is mouth and the light tingle down her body that his touch brings. As his hand dips down between her legs, Allura simply thinks yes, knowing that he's going to address the heat that's collecting there. That's exactly where she wants to be touched.

He moves past her lips with ease, already warming and engorged. What his fingers find past those are like the petals of a flower. When unaroused, they fold together and pull inside her body, but as she is now, they are parted and open in invitation. Five individual folds, no longer than an inch, each lined with sensitive cilia-like sections along the edges. They flutter at his touch and the petals he touches seem to instinctively touch back, folding against his fingers and urging him towards his goal, where he can press past a familiar ring of muscle into her body. But they do enjoy being touched.

Allura release a surprised by please moan into his mouth, all the markings and the flesh of her sex lighting up for a moment. She tightens her hold around his shoulder and nips at his bottom lip. ]

[ He's always wondered if she did it herself or if the folds had their own goals in mind, but he's never asked - even for someone as full of poorly timed questions as he often does. Though his fingers are drawn in, he resists the motion initially, stroking each petal like a hello, smoothing what fluid he finds there around the surface and entrance with slow and thoughtful circles. Oh, how he's missed this body of hers. He grins when she nips at him, nipping right back at her.

Only after he's had enough time playing with the outside and circling his finger just outside the ring, does he work his way down, spiral like, into and through her entrance. He hums thoughtfully and pleasantly as he ventures the inside. ] As good as I remember. [ he mutters. He curls his hand as best he can to fit against the mound of her clitoris and soon starts to draw his fingers languidly in and out of her, testing this new body with patience and curiosity. ]

[ A little of both, really. She doesn't have the same level of control as male Alteans do of their sex, but when she thinks of how she wants to be touched, her body reacts accordingly. He stroke he gives her sends a shiver down her spine, and she even catches a giggle as his finger brushes the tip of one of the petals. She has yet to really explore that part of her body again, but nothing feels strange or out of place--on the contrary, it feels like everything is just how it should be.

As soon as he presses inside, the petals try to close around his hand. They can't really, of course, but the signal is clear that she wants him inside of her in whatever fashion he's willing to give. He'll find that she's soft and smooth inside and her inner walls flutter and squeeze back down on his fingers. As he moves, she gasps, the petals of her sex always open for him to return while hugging him down when he does. Her sex quickly becomes more and more slick, especially as he teases her from within and without, and the almost sweet smell of her arousal is hard to ignore.

Allura keens, muttering something in Altean as her facial markings glow bright. Her lips are at his jaw, whatever she can find in front of her, and her nails dig into his back. The his fingers move and press inside of her, the brighter she becomes. Ridges start to become more apparent inside of her in spiraling patterns that peek through the smooth texture of her inner sex, creating more sensitive and textured paths to follow. ]

[ Kissing her and touching her is all too sweet, feeling thick with arousal as her body reacts more and more to his touch. He moves with an unforgotten sense of how to work her entrance, burying his fingers inside her until the peak of the petals grasp fold over his knuckles and drawing out again shortly after. Whether Allura finds his lips, jaw, cheek, whatever doesn't (although he certainly does favour feeling her lips agains his own), Lance keeps his eyes closed thoughtfully, remembering times he's watched the petals move, accidentally smiling into a kiss the first time they made love and his startled fascination held the better part of his attention.

By the time he can scope out the grooves of Allura's sex, he loses himself to the idea and hope of sinking his own into her body to feel her body grip around him and draw him in. For a bit he keeps his fingers in deep, tracing along each ridge that he likes to think he has memorized. Each movement tugs gently at the circle of muscle. At last, he pulls his fingers out slowly, glancing down at his mess of a hand and flusters trying to remember where - oh duh, he grabs a tissue to clean off and sits up at the same time. Sitting plainly and exposed, his erection curls proudly upward, eager and willing. ]

You doing alright, princess?

[ It's all so good. it's as if he knows her body as well as his own and plays her like a musical instrument, fine tuning her strings until she resonates with the right pitch. And her body is only too ready to accept him. Her breathing starts to quicken, bit by bit, as her hips sporadically roll back down onto his hand. She leaves trails of kisses along his jaw, not so much pleading but informing him to keep going.

But he doesn't.

Allura doesn't think to hide the whine of disappointment when his fingers leave her body, but she's becoming so tightly wound that she automatically relaxes back on the mattress. ]

Lance...

[ She huffs, peeling her eyes open to look up at him. Allura frowns slightly as she slowly props herself up on her elbows to get a better look at him, heedless of just how improper she must appear with her legs still spread wide open in invitation. ]

Why did you stop?

[ Her attention shifts quickly downward, though, and she is equally unashamed to take in the full view of erection. Her petals all but shudder as she stares as if remembering what she can't immediately recall. ]

Stop? Princess... we've only just begun. [ He grins as he drops the tissue maybe in the wastebasket. Alien though they are to each other, he'd never considered their bodies so different, but seeing her eyes as they are, he remembers that this is all quite a bit different than knowing nothing at all. While he'd love to take her on right now with not restraints, he knows better. ]

Sit up? [ He asks, at the same time moving the pillows around so she can sit comfortably against the wall. Assuming all is well, he does decide to fit himself between her thighs, sitting on his ankles as he cozies up to her. Nothing in just yet, he reaches for her hand and brings it to his erection and, if she doesn't catch on immediately, guides her hand along ] Don't be shy.

[ His words bloom new excitement in her chest and it likely shows with the little flicker of light in her markings. Allura does as he instructs, sitting him so that he can make her more comfortable. It's all for her, isn't it? All his accommodating, the slow exploration he allows her. It makes something else bloom in her chest that that makes her smile and feel warm for other reasons.

She feels loved. Despite all that's happened, he's patient, he's kind. She wants nothing more than to show him what that means to her.

He guides her hand, but she's all to ready to take hold. Allura is anything but shy as she lets her fingers dance along the sides of his length, tracing the line of a prominent vein. Her pupils dilate the longer she looks, that strange combination of a soft, velvety texture around such rigidity. There's a flash in her mind, a similar scene--touching his erection for the first time, asking him why it isn't moving. It isn't broken, is it? Awkward laughter followed by moans as she explores every centimeter of it, palming him before she brings her lips to the head--and Allura gasps. ]

...I've tasted you.

[ She gives his length a squeeze. There's a glint in her eye. The ache between her legs only grows as she tries to see if she can recall that flavor. Instead, another memory comes to her--he's on his back and her hair falls around him like curtains. The light in the room is dim, but it's clearly a similar room on Altas, illuminated only by a soft blue glow and that of her markings. Both covered in sweat, she can feel her own labored breathing as she rocks back and forth on his lap.

Her petals shudder at the memory. Allura drops her free hand down to them to play with herself as she moves her other hand up to squeeze the head of Lance's erection. ]

You've been inside of me.

[ He'd like to kiss her while he's touched, but there's something in her eyes that has him deciding against it. She's clearly curious and the worst he could do is stall her interest too long. Instead, he stoops toward her, resting his head closer to hers. Intermittently he watches her hand work, her eyes stare, and allows his eyes to close equally, disappearing in the lovely feeling. It's good enough to feel her long fingers on the length again.

He misses the way her expression changes as a memory strikes her, but opens his eyes when she speaks and draws back enough to see the tail end of it. She's distracting him, but he figures out in time that something must have returned to her; and so here he kisses her, languid and warm. He draws back with a smile. ] I'll bet you want me inside you again, huh?

He doesn't have to look to know what she's up to and reaches down between her thighs to take over the work her free hand tries to endeavor, circling the relaxed ring of muscle and stroking the petals. She's right. All of this is for her. He'd spoil her for every orgasm she'd want tonight, even well after he's spent. ] Princess, [ he mutters in plain English, as much her title as a pet name he'd fallen for. His lips meet hers again, slipping his tongue inside as a finger pressing further into her again. ]

[ She's eager to return the kiss, to try and recreate feelings that the spark of her memory has ignited in her all over again. At his words, she doesn't hesitate to confirm her wants: ]

Yes.

[ He does have to shoo her hand away from her own sex, but as soon as she realizes what he's doing, she redoubles her efforts on his erection instead. She strokes him slowly, moving from the base to the head in strong, solid movements. A moan is lost around his tongue as he slips inside of her again and her petals fold around him instinctively. Allura reaches up to rub her thumb roughly on one of his own markings, keeping time with her strokes of his cock. ]

[ Even with scraps of memories to go off of, Allura is as fantastic a lover as he remembers, willing to give even when she could just receive for a bit. Intermittently closed lips groan against her mouth as she services not only his arousal but the sensitive spot on his chest and he remembers to return the favor on the crescent under her breast. Though he's not nearly as talented as she is. He'd always been on to get too caught up in pleasure and falter amidst the high adrenaline. the friction of her hands had such a way to light a fire in him. For a little bit, although his promise to move onto something else had practically been made, he lavishes in this mutuality. If there was anything he really missed about these encounters (not necessarily specific to Allura), it's the freedom to pleasure a woman as she saw fit.

Not willing to finish like this, he draws back from a kiss to speak: ] I think I'm okay. [ His own hand pulls out of her and he drags the mess on his fingers over the bedsheets, oddly and embarrassingly excited to be able to soil the sheets like this. For a minute, he seems focused as he takes his shaft in hand and drags the head of his cock through the slit of her pussy, glancing up as he teases her clit for just a moment. Later, he thinks, he ought to give that part a little more attention.

His eyes are back down as he fits into the first groove of her entrance, pausing to feel the way her unusual (to him) petals react to his own unusual (to her) length, and he grinds his lip through his teeth as he takes a deep breath. At last, at whatever bidding there may be, he shifts his hips forward an allows his cockhead to bury into her, first just the head, then a little bit of a shift to bring them closer together, and then pushing the rest in after it. His lips purse as the friction tickles his girth.

Once in, give him a moment to sort of settle into his own vibrating excitement and pleasure, he rolls his head back and huffs out a breath. ] Wow, that's good.

[ The sensation between her legs and under her breast sends shivers down her spine in the most pleasant of ways. She's wet and needy in her kisses, giving his erection a decent tug now and then. Lance's words don't quite register when he pulls his fingers out of her and she, again, feels the immediate loss as her petals try to reach back out to him. But it does give her a moment's reprieve as she slumps back against the pillows. ]

Lance...

[ But then he's taking hold of his cock instead and, even with only bits and pieces of her memory to go off of, she knows what's coming next. As soon as the tip touches her heated sex, the petals are quickly reaching out to it, folding themselves along the head and ushering him forward. They have to fight for it a bit as he teases her clit, shuddering and faltering in their work with each pass as Allura groans and bites her lip. Straight, hot bolts of pleasure shoot through her and immediately die away.

Goodness.

But the petals don't give up and as soon as he's finally pushing into her, they hug the shaft as best they can. He's thicker than what her biology was meant to accommodate, especially at the head, stretching her walls in a surprising, familiar, and wonderful way. Allura lets her head fall back as a gasp catches in her chest, followed by a breathy moan. ]

Lance~

[ Then, she giggles--she really giggles. He feels hot and solid within her and she wiggles her hips around him, closing her eyes with another groan as it rubs her inner textured ridges along him. ]

You feel perfect.

[ He'd hardly anticipated that this would be the sweetest thing he'd hear tonight, but he shouldn't be surprised either of how badly he'd missed the sweet sound of her laugh. Even through the rush of lusting want and need, he still finds a swirl of romanticism that mists around his heart and head. He smiles as he reaches his hands out to her cheeks, smoothing his thumbs carefully over their center. A happy flush colors his cheeks as he looks on her warmly, heart pounding not only from his own hazy glee but the static between their connected hips. He'd never felt perfect himself, but he would say he has been lucky enough to have touched perfection, as he is now.

If only he were so eloquent. He kisses her mouth warmly, struggling for an adequate answer. ] It only gets better, princess, [ he mutters against her lips, not only referring to the immediate moment they share. His hands ghost down her side until they can grab onto her hips, holding her up just enough that she can relax if she likes. Soon his hips thrust forward into her, a long and slow draw back and forth as he eases his girth in and out of her. His jaw slackens as friction unhinges any too-tight joints in his body. Though he'd love nothing more than to gaze into her eyes and lose himself in those pretty pink pupils of hers, his own smolder and droop and close as he loses himself more and more in the pleasant heat of her sex. ]

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rubs hands together and grins fiendishly

resurrects porn from 4 months ago

good porn never dies

and it's about to become PAIN

i put this pain off for so long